Stress
I’m stressed folks…. stressed stressed stressed….
(btw, i’m also testing the ‘extended entry’ segment of this thing, so let’s see how it goes…
The realisation of a few major events in my life is causing me a great deal of (realistically unnecessary) worry that I could otherwise do without and i’ll just be glad when it’s all over.
- My brother is getting married this weekend.
- My parents are putting the only home i’ve ever known up for sale next Monday
- I’m working to define/redefine my friendships/relationships in an attempt to normalise lives and also put myself out there for new/different/exciting relationships (not that my current ones are bad!).
I suppose I can’t quantify to you the impact of my parents selling the house and going travelling around the country. I’ve been through 7 relationships, 2 pregnancy scares, 1 uni degree, numerous academic and professional accolades, trips, rips and slips and i’m not sure how to cope.
I can’t remember a single childhood memory that doesn’t include that house in some fashion or another. I know it’s smells it’s feeling, it’s life and soul. My life and soul are in that place. To see it taken from me is something that i’m not sure how i’m going to react, though it’s the best for all of us.
To part with something that you love is possibly the hardest thing in the world to do. Home has been my security blanket, it’s where i’ve been able to return with the best and worst news of my life, the high and the low points and all the places i’ve lived, it’s still the only one I call ‘home’.
What does a man do when he has no home. I think that’s a journey i’m just about to take.
Though…. quoting
Loving all your work
A
p.s – If you find any broken links, incorrect layout, other bits and pieces, please e-mail me.
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Cool.. extended entries… might be using these in the future on some of my more salacious posts
hmmm interesting extended entries..
As for your house, its really not a big a deal as you think it is.
A house is only a home because of the people in it. Its not the end of the world, its just the closing of a chapter, sure its a little bit sad, but lets look at it, you havent really lived there for years, you’re not popping out any grandkiddies (despite the scares), and your folks are probably sick of holding onto your shit that “won’t fit in the car” or you’re “planning to pick up next time you are round”.
Its all good…
No-one can take you memories away…
It time to walk the tightrope without a safety net dude… some-one is bound to see you crapping you dacks and round up some clowns with one of those flat trampoline style catchy things to follow you round
Hey mate – love the new layout and the extended etry thing is pretty cool. Hope you’re well, and stressing less dude.
Caraxus
Babe I’m really liking this new format, I think I might even post here more often.
I doubt it, but you never know.
*taps his foot while waiting for his logon information*
as someone who has never lived in the same house for more than 4 years in a row my whole life – it’s cheese ball stuff but, “home is where the heart is”, stopping groaning, it really is….i couldn’t agree with the lovely wonton more, nice work!
Wonton: it’s in the mail
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notb: though you’re a little biased don’t you think
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But on that note, it’s not a healthy connection to have about anything. Change is inevitable and all that. The problem is that i’m in this situation and I didn’t recognise how difficult it would be. For a guy who’s never committed to anything (except that short stint in the mental ward), this house has been a forced kind of commitment. And now it’s being taken away.
Thanks for all the comments though, and i’m glad you like the layout
A